Arendelle Elemetary

Title: Arendelle Elementary

Chapter: 1/?

Rating: T

Warnings: Elsanna (not incest) fem!Slash

Disclaimer: Frozen and all affiliated brands and characters are not my property. The following characters are not based off of anyone I know. The views of the characters are not necessarily my views. Locations mentioned are used purely for geographical reasons and are not an accurate reflection of the real places.

A/N: Hello everyone, I decided to tackle an elsanna headcanon I saw on the tumblr page a while ago. I couldn't find the link to it, but it was about Elsa being a single mom and Anna an elementary school teacher. I thought it was super adorable. Expect fluff. (and if you know what I'm talking about, please send me the link. Please).

This should be the first of many chapters. Enjoy.

The trunk of the car shut close with a loud thud—louder than she had been expecting. She shut her eyes and winced at the sound before quickly looking up at her name being called.

"Mommy, are you ok?" She could barely see the top Olaf's head as he strained to look at her over the back seat of the car. His brow furrowed with worry in a way that resembled her expression a bit too much.

She walked around the car and got in the back seat so she could finish buckling him in, her smile never leaving her face. "Yes, snowflake. I just put a little too much muscle into it"

"It's because you're super strong, mommy! You're the strongest mommy in the entire world!" He threw his arms to his sides, just barely missing her face, and stretched them as much as he could. "You're this strong, mommy. You see? Mommy, mommy—look at me. You're this strong, see?"

She giggled lightly at his actions and hummed her affirmation as she leaned in to place a kiss on his head. She tried to comb away the blond mess of hair with her fingers even though she knew that as soon as she turned around it would go back to its unruly state. She got up from her seat and exited the car to give her son a last look before sitting in the front.

She couldn't help but smile as she took in the whole scene: her son, now almost six years old, sat in the back of the car looking up expectantly at her while hugging his favorite toy—a snowman—to his chest. She couldn't believe that at one point she had thought of her beautiful boy as an accident, as a curse. It was ironic, really. She had thought that being pregnant at such a young age would ruin her life, destroy her future, when in reality he had saved her.

It had been hard, yes. Being pregnant at 18 was no piece of cake, especially when her parents were under constantly under the public eye. She was, after all, Elsa Snowden, daughter of Senator Snowden of Maine. He had always made sure that his image was intact, and that meant that his family had to be completely perfect. Her dad had entered the political career early on in his life and become Senator immediately after her grandfather had left his place.

From an early age she had attended the best catholic schools in the state and received private lessons in every field her father thought would look good, ranging from piano to French and Spanish. Her mama, on the other hand, was the picture of the perfect wife. Always standing next to him, or a step behind if attention was given solely to him. She had been the daughter of another wealthy family and so she too had been raised with the same standards. She was so reserved but so polite. The people of Maine had grown to love her and respect her. There was no other woman in Maine like her—even the wife of the Governor thought so.

Her father, however, had been the true center of attention. She had always admired him; he was truly flawless. She had no idea how a man could be so impeccable—the way he greeted the people at the republican rallies, how genuinely he smiled, laughed, and shook hands with everyone around him. The passion in his speeches would earn him cheers and applause long before he was done, even if he was quick to silence them with just a small wave of his hand. To Elsa he was the very definition of a leader—"the future president" her mama would say to her as she tucked her in at night after her nana had retired to her chambers.

She had come to accept his political beliefs as reality. No to welfare—if people truly worked hard then they could easily support themselves and their families. Gun control? If guns were outlawed then how were people supposed to protect themselves? Contraception for women—what? Should people's tax money honestly be spent giving women the chance to have sex with as many men as they could? Gay marriage… well that one had hit closer to home.

She had been a freshman in high school when she began to have her first suspicions that she was, well, lesbian. She had been transferred to a new catholic college preparatory after rumors surfaced that her female physical education teacher was married to a woman. That was the first time she had heard of the idea of women being with other women. Apparently her parents had done a good job at shielding her from anything that was not deemed "appropriate" by them. When she had tried to inquire further on the subject during a family dinner her father had promptly stopped her and sent her up to her room, later that night her mother had kindly told her to not ask about it anymore.

Up to that point she hadn't expressed any real interest in boys. She wasn't the most attractive girl in the school, but a couple had shown interest when asking her to the dance or a movie after school. Her father had been particularly fond of one boy who had been rather persistent.

Hans Southers had been her classmate since she had been in kindergarten. His father, Congressman Southers, and her dad had been close allies since before her father had even considered becoming a senator. She knew their family well: growing up they had shared some Thanksgiving dinners and her family had even joined the Southers during election nights to see the results on TV.

She didn't like Hans, but her dad had adored him from the very beginning. He was the youngest of 13 brothers (apparently sluts were not the only ones who needed contraception) yet not even the lack of attention from his parents and older siblings had prevented him from turning into a jerk. To say the least, he was the guy that was used to getting what he wanted—his father had bought him his position of soccer captain and school president. Up until high school, when he transferred schools along with Elsa, she had been the only thing (or in this case person) that Hans had yet to get his hands on.

No, Elsa had been more entertained on the idea of being with Belle. Elsa had never been a very talkative child. She preferred to keep to herself, sit at the back of the classroom, and only speak when spoken to. Her dad always encouraged her to socialize, make friends, but her fear of saying something she shouldn't, to ruin her father's image, had turned her into a bit of an ice queen. All of that went out the window the moment she saw Belle.

She was a year older than Elsa, and, like her name suggested, she was beautiful.

Elsa had first seen her in the library one day during lunch and they quickly became friends after Belle started up a conversation with Elsa about classic literature. Soon enough they became inseparable. They shared their first kiss in the back of that same library where they first met and continued secretly seeing each other until that fateful day at the end of Elsa's junior year when Hans had run to Elsa's dad and told him everything. She ended her relationship with Belle that same day under the pretense that Belle was now going off to college and the idea of a long distance relationship didn't sit well with her. She never found out how Hans had discovered her secret. Elsa's dad didn't speak to her for the rest of the summer.

That was exactly how Elsa found herself agreeing to finally date Hans. She had gone into her father's study two weeks into her senior year of high school—tired of being ignored all summer—and broken the news to him that she had cured herself of those sinful thoughts. Never breaking eye contact with her shoes, she had told him that she had found the error in her ways and had instead discovered that she liked boys—that she liked Hans. Her father stood up from his chair, approached her, and gave her a semi-encouraging pat on the back. The contact had been enough of an incentive to continue her relationship with Hans for as long as she did.

Ironically, Hans had been the one to end it. Getting in bed with him had been, of course, his idea. She had only rejected his advances the first couple of times, finally conceding around the third or fourth only to reassure herself that she did, in fact, like him. Getting pregnant, on the other hand, had never been part of the plan and Hans—oh Hans had a bright future ahead of him. How inconsiderate of you to put him in this situation, Elsa. Marriage was out of the question from the beginning and abortion had been but a faint whisper in the back of Elsa's mind. She brought up the idea of carrying the baby to full term and giving it up for adoption but Mr. Southers quickly shut it down. "No child carrying my blood will end up in an orphanage" he said.

The solution had been simple: remove Elsa from the public eye, make up a story of how she was sent to finish her education in England, hire the best tutors in the area and their secrecy, and keep her and her bastard child at home where no one could ever see her or the shame she had brought to the family.

The Southers offered to pay for the expenses of the baby but Elsa's dad rejected the offer accepting full blame and responsibility for the mistake made. She hadn't seen Hans after that, and her parents had decided it was better for them to move closer to the state capital—for political reasons, of course.

Those were the circumstances in which Olaf was born.

Elsa would be lying if she said she had loved him from the beginning. She had been small and fragile and Elsa had been completely terrified with the idea that he was her sole responsibility. How was she supposed to take care of a baby when she didn't even know who she was—she had found herself in this situation because she didn't know who she was, goddamnit.

And if that wasn't bad enough, the baby had actually liked her. He had given her a smile—not one out of commitment, or politeness, or even pity, but a real, genuine, happy smile. She had no idea what to do with that. She just knew she liked it. She liked it a lot.

Before she knew it, she was making weird faces, and jumping, and dancing, and singing, andrunning—actually running—just so she could see Olaf smile.

Olaf laughed, partly covering his smile with his snowman. "What are you smiling about, mommy?"

"Oh, nothing" she said, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek one last time before closing the back door of her car and sitting behind the wheel. "I'm just excited for our trip to our new house."

"Me too! I'm really excited for the longer summers. I like snow a lot, but I like summer even more! And I can't believe I actually get to go to a real school with other kids! Can you believe it, mommy? I'm going to have so many friends. I can't wait to see what it looks like, Arradale Elementary—"

"Arendelle Elementary"

"Arradale Elementary! I'm so excited!"

"Me too, Olaf. Me too."

A/N: So as you probably noticed, there was absolutely no Anna there. This chapter is just basically an introduction to everything that's going on with Elsa. The story will be from her point of view completely.

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